Tag Archives: Jiddu Krishnamurti

A Pathless Land

Posted on January 11, 2005 by John

I have not found the answers seeking truth, nor even formed the questions halfway right; the mysteries that tempted me in youth are still in shrouded mists hidden from sight. The path under my feet begins and ends a single … Continue reading →

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My life as a Moody Blues song …

Posted on February 3, 2004 by John

Several entries ago, I mentioned a book on learning to think like Leonardo da Vinci. Well, I am slowly working my way through the exercises (very slowly indeed, as I am mired somewhat at the first one), which is to … Continue reading →

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Five Books to Rule Them All …

Posted on July 3, 2003 by John

What five books would you reccomend that others read to best know who you are, and where coming from, and what aspirations? Be Here Now — Ram Dass and the Lama Foundation: I’ve said many times before that this book … Continue reading →

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Krishnamurti

Posted on June 27, 2003 by John

If you would seek the truth, you must be willing to seek beyond the questions, simple facts, leave behind stale conceptions, and stand naked, alone, aware of just this very moment. Happiness is not based upon others, it cannot be … Continue reading →

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A Thought on Artists

Posted on April 7, 2003 by John

“Who is that person whom you call an artist? A man who is momentarily creative? To me he is not an artist. The man who merely at rare moments has this creative impulse and expresses that creativeness through perfection of … Continue reading →

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Journeys and Destinations

Posted on January 12, 2003 by John

My house says to me, “do not leave me, for here dwells your past.” And the road says to me, “Come and follow me, for I am your future.” And I say to both my house and the road, “I … Continue reading →

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From Wolfgang to Leopold

Posted on December 8, 2002 by John

Stop. I cannot imagine too much more of this: in dreams, in waking moments in between the breaths and along-side the twelve steps and the five stages of anger, denial, bargaining, the flipped coin depression or acceptance. None of the … Continue reading →

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